Grover Anderson
You’ve probably never heard of Grover Anderson, but that’s okay because you… Read Full Bio ↴You’ve probably never heard of Grover Anderson, but that’s okay because you’ve also probably never heard of Calaveras County. Isn’t that from the Mark Twain story about jumping frogs that you were supposed to read in school? No matter, it’s just another tall tale; one small slice of Americana in a 1.9 billion-acre pie. But, hold on a minute… Why did your English teacher want you to read that story in the first place? Why did a pillar of American storytelling from Missouri spend three months living in a cabin in Calaveras County? And who the heck is Grover Anderson?
The stories of Calaveras County are still being written. We’ve got gold mines, so much wine, and generations of Mi-Wuk tradition yearning to be discovered. Our societal contributions include a Nobel Prize winner, a UFC Champion, and an Obama Fellowship recipient. When a tree falls in our forest, it’s national news. (Literally.) So when we offer you Grover Anderson, our resident songwriter and storyteller, you might listen up.
At first glance, Grover looks like the kind of guy who’ll drip with earnestness and leave you aggressively “whelmed.” But, then you'll start listening to the stories he has to tell—the adventurers decimated by ambition, the desperate attempts by the broken to play it cool, the extended metaphors that aren’t as sweet as they initially seem. Sure, he’s got love songs—his signature one is called “Sick of You", and there’s another that’s probably not actually about bootleg liquor. Don't worry, he’s trying to lighten up on the murder ballads; his latest album All The Lies That I Have Told received rave reviews despite its relatively modest body count of 13. So, you're right that Grover’s quite earnest, but try to stay on your toes.
Whether you find his writing wicked or charming, there’s no denying Grover is a product of Calaveras County, following in the footsteps of Mark Twain and Bret Harte. He often performs with his band The Lampoliers, anchored by longtime collaborators Josh Certo and Marshall Henry. (A “lampolier” is a soul-devouring demon who dwells in abandoned mines and is probably not a word that Grover made up.)
You might have seen Grover at Alaska’s Salmonfest, the Tucson Folk Festival, or headlining Hermitfest in the Sierra Nevadas. Perhaps you caught him opening for Birds of Chicago, The Charlie Daniels Band, or America. Or maybe you’ve been to one of his sold-out shows in Calaveras County. No? Oh, that’s right, you’ve never heard of him. Well, it's about time to remedy that!
The stories of Calaveras County are still being written. We’ve got gold mines, so much wine, and generations of Mi-Wuk tradition yearning to be discovered. Our societal contributions include a Nobel Prize winner, a UFC Champion, and an Obama Fellowship recipient. When a tree falls in our forest, it’s national news. (Literally.) So when we offer you Grover Anderson, our resident songwriter and storyteller, you might listen up.
At first glance, Grover looks like the kind of guy who’ll drip with earnestness and leave you aggressively “whelmed.” But, then you'll start listening to the stories he has to tell—the adventurers decimated by ambition, the desperate attempts by the broken to play it cool, the extended metaphors that aren’t as sweet as they initially seem. Sure, he’s got love songs—his signature one is called “Sick of You", and there’s another that’s probably not actually about bootleg liquor. Don't worry, he’s trying to lighten up on the murder ballads; his latest album All The Lies That I Have Told received rave reviews despite its relatively modest body count of 13. So, you're right that Grover’s quite earnest, but try to stay on your toes.
Whether you find his writing wicked or charming, there’s no denying Grover is a product of Calaveras County, following in the footsteps of Mark Twain and Bret Harte. He often performs with his band The Lampoliers, anchored by longtime collaborators Josh Certo and Marshall Henry. (A “lampolier” is a soul-devouring demon who dwells in abandoned mines and is probably not a word that Grover made up.)
You might have seen Grover at Alaska’s Salmonfest, the Tucson Folk Festival, or headlining Hermitfest in the Sierra Nevadas. Perhaps you caught him opening for Birds of Chicago, The Charlie Daniels Band, or America. Or maybe you’ve been to one of his sold-out shows in Calaveras County. No? Oh, that’s right, you’ve never heard of him. Well, it's about time to remedy that!
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Grover Anderson Lyrics
Both Broken Did I catch you trying to catch my eye? I know,…
Boulder It's much warmer these days, don't know what happened to…
Dancing Slow I remember when I took you camping in the snow It…
Ember She′s got you walking round in circles And breaking rules tr…
Enough Sleep is a luxury Till you're next to me Then I'd rather…
Evergreen I’ve crawled, hands and knees, through brush and brambles I’…
Frontman Driving six hours on a Saturday To play for fifty in…
Grindstone Watching the sun come up over Lake Michigan Letting the morn…
Handle the Lonely There's a picture that our friends put in a frame Of…
Holes I was pacing the halls, waiting for your call I couldn't…
Little Spoon Hey pretty lady won't you come my way We got nothing…
Little Yellow Bus A little yellow bus On a yellow striped road Can take two…
Living in Mono My speaker broke, so I'm living in mono My shirt's been…
Moonshine Moonshine Color me with moonshine Makin' my eyes blind Too b…
old songs We were born of the ocean Though our blood has hardened…
Parallel It feels a little late to still be trying on If…
Philip Marshall Cates Philip Marshall Cates was born in Carolina Went to school in…
Pick Up Your Horn He said, “Pick up your horn and you should blow…
Save the World She likes my taste in music and I love her…
Sick of You I don’t know if it’s fireflies, or if my eyes…
Standing Water Amy never waits for me the way I'd like her…
The Archives With desire to do the things you need to do And…
The Best You Can On a quiet night, two weary folks Rode into Bethlehem, but…
The Downside If you see me on the outside Will you show me…
The Good One day, the ocean’s gonna rise up and drown everybody…
The Lampolier There was a poor old Lampolier Who’d corner any man drawn…
Wasps We got wasps in the woodpile And I don't like my…
We're Not A Very Good Band Listening to a Woody Guthrie song Doing my best to get…
Westward Rain coming in my window Sleeping in someone else's bed Forg…
When You Come Near I see the rain falling down through the haze I see…
Willie Nelson I'm moving on But I'll still think about you When I hear…